Trust
by Detective-Inspector-Me
Summary: After Donna is fired, Harvey and Donna have to get used to life apart. But can they ever truly be themselves without each other?
1. The box

Trust. It was the foundation of any good relationship. Without it, you couldn't be friends and you definitely couldn't be lovers. Why hadn't she told him? Why did she have to ruin everything when they were going so good? Harvey asked himself all these things as he sat in his desk chair and stared at the view from his office. He used to love this view. It made him feel important, like a King looking out at his castle. Now, things were different. Now, he felt isolated and lonely on his platform. He knew that he could fall from this height. But he never thought it would be because of Donna. She was the only person who'd been there for him no matter what. She was there when his dad died, she was there through every promotion and she was there when he decided to hire Mike. She was his rock. Without her, his whole world could crumble.

She replayed the trial again and again, 'Do you love Harvey Specter?' Louis screamed at her, she would float from her body and see herself sitting in the chair opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Watching Harvey stand up to save her, and staring at herself as she stormed from the room. Why couldn't she answer? She wasn't in love with Harvey. She loved him, sure, but they known each other for 13 years, of course she loved him. She loved him as a brother. She loved how they were a team, like Batman and Robin (only funnier, smarter and way cooler). She sat up on the couch and looked at herself in the mirror. 'Say it.' She told herself. 'Say it.' Why couldn't she tell even herself that she wasn't in love with Harvey. She dropped the mirror and it smashed on the floor. She didn't want to clear it up, so she just left the broken shards and lay back down. 'Please, say it.' She closed her eyes, and dreamt of him.

'Don- Mike!' Harvey called from his office, he was never going to get used to life here without her, any time he needed anything he called Donna, he wanted to call Donna. He had called Donna. He'd rang her house, her mobile, even her buildings main phone, but everyone claimed she wasn't there. She didn't hear his messages. She didn't want to know.

Mike swung into the office with a smile, 'What?' he asked, clearly upset that Harvey had called him so much today, but he must've understood Harvey's pain, because he continued to come to him.

'Could you get me a coffee?' Harvey asked.

'No.' Mike abruptly responded, 'you have an assistant, ask him.' And with that Mike pulled on the door frame and left.

Harvey hated the temp who'd replaced Donna, he was so… so… not Donna. He hadn't asked him for anything important and he didn't want to start, he didn't want that kid getting comfortable. He wasn't going to be here long, he was going to have to leave when Donna came back. As a punishment for being there, Harvey didn't ask him for the coffee and decided he'd go and get it himself.

An hour later, Donna swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and almost sliced her foot open on the broken mirror she'd forgotten about. 'Damn,' she muttered and jumped over the glass. She got a dustpan and cleared it up. She went to the bin under her sink and emptied away the glass. She caught sight of the box labelled 'office' in the cupboard and closed the drawer, only to quickly open it again and retrieve the box. She set it on her counter top and removed the lid. She smiled at the contents. First, the evergreen plant Harvey had gotten her for her birthday two years ago, he claimed that they'd be a team as long as the tree was green, how well had that plan gone. Then she saw the photos. Various shots of Harvey and her at events and dinners. Her favourite of which was taken five years ago at an event for some charity (she couldn't remember which). In the photo, Harvey had one arm around her back and the other resting on her abdomen. To anyone viewing the photo now, it looked like a friendly hug, but Donna knew it was because he'd dropped an oyster on her and he was simply covering the stain for the photo. Finally, the can opener. She held the simple, steel contraption in her hands and felt it's weight. Not it's physical weight, but the weight it held in Donnas heart. Some of her fondest memories were over this damn can opener, she loved the thing almost as much as she loved-. She caught herself before she even thought it and dropped the device back into the box. Quickly she placed the plant and photos in too and put the lid back on the box. She needed to get out, she needed a walk. She pulled on her shoes and grabbed her handbag. She couldn't… she wouldn't, love Harvey Specter.


	2. Forget him

Slamming her door behind her she descended the stairs and before she knew it, she was on the street. She loved her apartment, it was quiet up there but within a matter of seconds she could immerse herself in the hustle and bustle of the rushing streets and would never be met with her own thoughts. The only problem was that when she left her apartment on this particular day who was there? Only her boss, leaning against his car with a Starbucks cup in one hand and his iPhone in the other. When Harvey set the iPhone on the roof of his car, she had to laugh. Only Harvey would set down a top of the range iPhone if it meant he could maintain his grasp on his coffee. He gave her a little wave and began to walk from the car. Donna waved back and walked towards him, not stopping when they met but continuing towards the car to pocket the phone, she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate if that thing was sitting there, waiting to be snatched.

Once the phone was safely in her bag, she turned on her heel and walked back to Harvey. 'Hey,' he said with a smile.

'Hey yourself.' Donna replied, without any conviction. She wasn't in the mood for this, she'd left her building to escape thinking about Harvey and now here she was, face to face with him. God she hated karma.

'How are you?' he asked, clearly trying to start some kind of a conversation.

'I'm shit Harvey, how are you.' She replied bluntly.

'Oh same old, same old.' He replied as if she'd said she was happy as Larry. Donna shook her head and began to walk away.

'Wait!' Harvey called after her. She didn't stop, but began to walk backwards as she fished his phone out of her bag and threw it back at him. He didn't care about her really, he was only here to make himself feel better. She didn't want anything to tie her to him anymore, least of all a damn iPhone.

She walked quickly down the street until she arrived at a little boutique. Not normally the sort of place she liked, but that was exactly why Harvey would never find her here. She opened the door and an old fashioned bell rang as she stepped in off the bustling streets. It was quiet inside, just the sound of instrumental-French music lined the air. She looked at the window display and soon saw Harvey sprint past the window only to stop next door. Of course she had. How couldn't she? She had stopped beside Starbucks with a perfect view of the table Harvey sat down at. He lifted his phone and called someone. She assumed it was Jessica because he put his game face on. He was shaking his head slowly from side to side and drumming his fingers on the table. As the conversation progressed she saw him put his head in his hands and wondered why. Could he really be this upset over her? No, she thought. He couldn't be. It must be something else.

Safe in the knowledge Harvey's drink took exactly 2 minutes and 34 seconds to prepare, and it was rarely right first time, Donna left the boutique and headed back home. She had calmed herself now and wasn't even thinking about Harvey , well she was… but now she was pissed not confused.

She unlocked her apartment kicked off her shoes and threw down her handbag. She looked around and her eyes landed on the box from her office. She couldn't pull them away, so decided the best thing to do was remove the box. She lifted it using the two handles and carried it down to Harvey's car. She set in the back seat and closed the door. There. Now she never had to think about him again.

He gasped as she threw the phone, it was so unlike Donna, she never, ever endangered anything costing over $50 and now she was _throwing _phones? He missed _his _Donna. The sarcastic, funny, trustworthy Donna. Where had she gone? No, wait… literally, where had she gone? In the seconds it had taken him to catch the phone she had been swallowed by the masses of pedestrians and he couldn't even glimpse her red hair in the crowd. He walked a few steps and then started to sprint along the street, pushing past businesswomen and dodging mothers with prams. He was at a crossing before he knew it. She could have turned 3 different directions. He'd lost her. He slowed to cross the road and went to the Starbucks he loved so dearly, if anything would cheer him up, this would. But it didn't. The kid behind the till didn't know how to work the whole 'shot' thing and he held out little hope for his regular coffee, so ordered a chai latte instead. Big mistake. That was Donna's drink. He took a table by the window while he waited and called Jessica.

'Harvey, you get her?' she asked, with genuine concern in her voice.

'No.' Harvey replied, a slight croak in his throat, which he quickly cleared. 'She ran away. Wouldn't even let me talk to her.' He shook his head at the image of her walking away from him. She'd done it the day she was fired, and again at the trial. He should be used to it… but he wasn't. He feared he'd never be used to her leaving him.

'What am I going to do, Jessica?' he asked as he buried his face in his hands.

'I don't know Harvey. Why don't you come back to work and we'll talk.'

Harvey's drink arrived in front of him and even the scent made him miss her. He nodded and muttered 'ok' before hanging up the phone, and throwing away his untouched drink.

He sauntered back to the car. The idea of going to work and having to deal with that damn temp again made him nauseated. He stopped at a record shop for a moment and made a mental-note to come back for a better look. By the time he arrived at the car, he was ruined. Emotionally, not physically. He opened the car door and almost screamed when he saw what was on his chair. A box. A simple, cardboard box, with a white label saying 'office stuff'. It was Donna's font that made him do a double take and he opened the box to find the evergreen plant he'd given her, several photos of them together and the can opener. God, he loved these items. But he only loved them, because they were hers.


	3. Chapter 3

So sorry about the delay guys, I've been completely snowed under recently. But better late than never… Enjoy!

By the time he returned to the office, he was meeting people going home. He stepped out of the car and said goodbye to Ray. He lifted the box and brought it with him. As he stepped out of the elevator, he met Mike, with his headphones in. He smiled and gave Harvey that, you're-so-dead-when-Jessica-finds-you look. Harvey nodded in recognition, knowing it was true and continued towards his office. 'Mr Specter.' The shrill voice of his new _temporary _assistant rattled in his head.

'What?' Harvey snapped.

'You have messages.' He said, handing him a sheaf of post it notes with various names scribbled on them.

'Thank you.' Harvey said, with little conviction.

When Harvey got to his office he set the box on the couch and after quickly looking through them for her name, threw the post it notes to his desk. He went to the window and closed the blinds, he couldn't stand the view anymore, the distance it put between him and her was too much for him, especially tonight.

'Where the hell have you been?' Jessica was standing, hands on hips, glaring at Harvey.

'I'm sorry Jessica, I had to see someone.'

Obviously hearing the pain in his voice Jessica dropped one hand and came further into the office. 'What happened?' she asked, this time her tone having a tinge of pity.

'I went to see Donna.' He offered simply, his voice cracking at the mere mention of her name. God he missed her.

'Oh,' Jessica replied, dropping the other hand and settling onto the couch, knowing it was only a matter of time before Harvey spilled everything.

He turned from the window and looked at his boss, he could see the understanding in her eyes, but knew it wasn't likely that she truly cared about him, only the ramifications his lack of focus would have on the company.

'I really screwed up.' He said, with a small pity-smile.

'No… you didn't.' Jessica said, forcefully. '_I_ screwed up. Firing Donna was never going to be good for you, but I didn't understand how much of a mess it would make you. Bring her back.'

Harvey's jaw dropped, 'did the great Jessica Pearson just admit she was _wrong_?'

'Don't push your luck.' She snapped, even though she knew that really… she had been wrong.

The next morning, knowing he was going to get Donna back put Harvey in the best mood he'd had for weeks. He was up early, well early for him, and put on a grey suit (he knew grey was Donna's favourite on him). He bought his usual coffee and waited outside her apartment, as he had done before, knowing that she wasn't at work until 10 on Wednesdays because she had yoga from 9. She'd be down at any second.

After he finished his coffee, he went to the record shop by her house and flicked through some of the titles, they had a good enough selection, but it wasn't nearly up to the calibre of the library he had in his office.

While he browsed through the final bin of records, he saw a flash of orange hair and his head shot up. He turned in time to see her straighten slightly as she passed him. 'Donna!' Harvey called after her. 'Donna! Wait!' he did a small sprint to catch up with her and couldn't believe he was once again running down his stretch of road for her.

'What?' her head spun round as he neared, his face was attacked with her ginger curls, but never in his life had he been so happy to be close to her.

'I just…' Harvey began, but suddenly realised he hadn't really thought at all about how on earth he was going to approach this.

'You just-?' Donna prompted, with a touch of impatience, he was making her late for yoga after all.

'I just wanted to know how you're doing.' Figuring it wasn't best to start with _'I'm a mess without you and have now nearly killed the temp multiple times.'_

'How I'm doing? Well, let's see. I got fired, then I went to the trial and convinced the firm that I'm in love with you and now, every time I leave my house, my creepy ex-boss is stalking me… how do you think I'm doing?' the fact that she used the term 'ex-boss' instead of 'best friend' cut Harvey a little, but he refused to let this be known to Donna.

'Well, I think I might be able to fix a couple of those problems for you.' Donna's head lent to one side as she folded her arms. 'You can have your job back.'

'What?' Donna's voice had genuine surprise, which he enjoyed, she never let him see her surprised.

'I cleared it with Jessica, told her I needed you back and she agreed.' Donna narrowed her eyes at Harvey, knowing he was lying through his teeth.

'Fine.' Harvey corrected, rolling his eyes, 'she said she didn't realise how much of a mess I was without you and that getting you back was going to be necessary if I was going to ever win another case.'

'Ahh, that sounds more like it. Thinks with the temp not working out?' She said, smugly, knowing fine-well that he hated the temp.

Harvey lowered his voice to a whisper. 'He _colour codes_.'

Donna put on a look of mock horror and Harvey draped an arm over her shoulder, leading her to the Starbuck's he'd come to love over the last few weeks.

'Come on, he says, let's talk about getting you a ridiculous bonus and how on earth we can rectify the filing system.'

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	4. She's back

The following morning, Donna strutted to her desk at 9:30, she wanted to make sure everyone saw her awesome hell-yeah-I'm-back walk. She took the long way to her desk, circling round past the bullpen where she shot Rachel a wink before continuing to made her round and giving Mike a hair flip.

When she finally arrived at her desk she was surprised to see the temp was still there, but was glad she was going to have the pleasure of kicking him out herself. 'Get out.' She said sharply, and she watched the cogs turn while he thought about what the hell was going on. 'And take your coloured post it's with you.' She lifted the small cube and threw it at him. The boy stood up and practically ran down the corridor. When she sat down, she noticed there was something under the desk, preventing her from setting down her heels. God, this temp was getting worse by the second. She dropped her bag and wheeled back far enough that she could see under the desk. There was a box. _Her_ box, the one with all her office stuff inside. The only difference was that now there was a large gift bow on top and a small note.

'_Donna. Get settled in, but leave out the can opener.'_

She smiled as she read the note and did what it said.

After all the photos were up, the place felt much more like home. She stood from the desk and went into Harvey's office to see how the temp had organised all Harvey's things, she was not looking forward to fixing this. When she eventually got to his desk, she saw everything as it should be, clearly Harvey hadn't let him touch anything in here (thank goodness.) as she turned to leave she noticed it. Something out of place, but not necessarily in a bad way. Over on the case for his records, was a simple black frame with a photo inside. Harvey never displayed photos, only basketballs, so Donna was curious as to who had earned a place on his record shelf none the less. As she moved closer, the light shifted and she could finally make out the people in the photo. She let out a gasp. It was her. Her and Harvey, at that dinner party where he'd covered the stain on her dress, he'd copied hers and put it up. She smiled a little at the thought of him trying to copy it himself, he never could work that damn machine. But that's why he had her.

An hour later, Harvey arrived. Donna lit up at the sight of him in his suit, God she'd missed this corridor, God she'd missed her desk, God… she'd missed Harvey.

'Hello Donna.' He said as he passed, without stopping.

'That's it?' She queried, and he stopped dead, using his office door frame to swing round and see her.

'What were you expecting, a marching band? A cake?' He put his hands in his pocket and leaned against the door frame. She could see he was teasing her, but she'd missed it too much to really care if she lost.

'No, just an invitation.' She replied and wiggled the can opener in the air.

He raised an eyebrow, as if only now remembering the note. He smiled and beckoned her into the office. She practically leapt off the seat and hurried after him.


	5. Chapter 5

**Hey guys, before I start THIS IS NOT A REAL CHAPTER! It's only purpose is to make the rest make sense, yes it's short but it's not very exciting yet still vital to the plot…**

3 and a half minutes later, Donna returned to her desk with a huge smile plastered across her face. She looked at the screen and saw she had 5 new e-mails. My my, she was popular. The first was regarding her most recent shoe purchase. The second, a message from Harold and the third from Louis (she deleted these immediately). The fourth, a copy of Harvey's to-do list (which she printed immediately). The only message that really interested her was the final message, from Jessica. It was an annual thing, and in hindsight, she should have always been asked, but after everything that had happened she'd assumed she wouldn't be on the guest list.

_You are cordially invited to the annual_

_Pearson Hardman_

_Christmas party_

She scrolled down to the RSVP section and ticked the 'no' box, then forwarded the message to Jessica. Seconds later, Donna received a reply which read, '_I'll see you there then.'_

In all the years Donna had worked there, she'd never official been to one of the Christmas party's, she always checked 'no', and always went as Harvey's plus one. It originated from their first year, when Donna wasn't invited, but Harvey was. He had taken her instead of a Christmas present and it had continued ever since.

He came on the intercom 'I'll pick you up at 7?' she looked at him through the glass wall to his office,

'No,' she replied, 'you'll _be there_ at seven. So in Harvey-time , you'll pick me up at 6.' The intercom was now off, but she heard his laugh through the glass.

'Fine. I'll see you at 7, on the dot.'

Donna hopped up from the chair and grabbed her purse… she had some shopping to do…


	6. Chapter 6

When I collected her in the car, her coat was so long I didn't get a good look at her dress, so when it was removed in the entryway I couldn't help but gasp. My jaw hit the ground as I was met with this shimmering mermaid frock. It had two straps of about an inch in length which held the dress up. In the front, it had a creamy fabric on top which descended to an increasing gradient of sea green sequins at the base of the mermaid cut dress. In the back - well there was no back. It simply cowled down to the base of her hips and then the sequinned fabric began again. She was breathtaking. I tried very hard not to do a fish impression, but my mouth was opening and closing involuntarily as i tried to fight the urge to ki- no I wasn't going to think about this tonight, I didn't want to kiss Donna. She was my assistant and my friend... I didn't want to kiss her.

After a few more seconds of gawking at her beauty I pulled myself together and took her coat, checking mine as well.

In the ballroom, we found Jessica and Louis fighting about something and simultaneously diverted course. Then, we saw Mike and Rachel but left them to it, they had some unfinished business. Eventually, we found ourselves alone in a corner of the room away from the clients and the music... Just the two of us.

She melted into a chair and I perched on the table I front of her. With that, she thrust her feet onto my lap in the way she had done all too often and I knew her heels were killing her. 'I don't understand why you keep wearing them if they hurt so much' I muttered, as I undid the buckle of the first shoe. 'If I don't wear them everyone will stare, you know nobody sees me at my real hight, ever!' I undid the second buckle and began to carefully rub circles on the arch of her foot. She moaned at the motion and it made my heart sigh, how I wished I could make her moan like that by a different method - no Harvey. You don't wish that. How could you even think that about Donna?

I sat in the chair, heart pounding from his closeness and the feel of his hands on my feet. I walked around everyday wearing skyscrapers and he still believes 10 minutes of sauntring at a party can make me ache. I wish he was always this Harvey. The one that could make me both relaxed and on edge at the one time. God, I _love _this Harvey Specter!

After what must have been double the length of a regular massage I had to stop before I gradually let my hands work the whole way up her leg. I gently squeezed her feet and she dropped them to the ground back into those shoes. With a glance, we simultaneously decided we should start rounds. We slowly began our trek round the room, buttering up clients and informing staff of upcoming cases, then he came.

'Donna!' He called across the room, giving a casual wave.

'Scott!' Donnas face lit up at the sight of this guy... Who was he?

'Its been so long!' He said giving her a kiss on both cheeks. Ugh, I hate that, it's so fake.

'I know' Donna beamed 'it must be five years since our last meet up.' At this the pair laughed and now I knew who he was, he was the third of Donnas serious boyfriends. They'd been together for three years before he moved away. Of all the guys that could show up, it had to be him.

I couldn't watch this. I couldn't stand here and see this. So, I didn't. I walked away and had, what I'm sure was, a gripping conversation with Jessica while I kept my mind on Donna and Scott. After a few minutes I turned to see if they were still talking. They were gone. I scanned the room, hoping to catch sight of the sequins of Donnas amazing dress. Sadly, it wasn't the dress that caught my eye, it was the sight of Scott helping her into her coat.

I blinked a few times to check it was real and then proceeded to power walk across the ballroom. I heard Jessica calling for me, but I only walked faster. I had to stop Donna. She couldn't go home with him.

When I got to the foyer I was gasping for breath, but I couldn't stop, I had to get her out of Scott's car and into my arms. I ran outside and whipped open the car door where a very startled Donna was nursing a glass of champagne. When she saw it was me, she relaxed.

'Oh, Harvey, I meant to find you. I'm going home with Scott. We have some catching up to do. I'll swing by your place tomorrow to run over any new case prospects, ok?' Her tone was light and her spectacular eyes glowed with happiness. But I hated it, because it wasn't me who'd made her happy.

'No!' I screamed as she closed the door and jabbed my hand out to stop it closing. She recaptured that startled expression and I knew I had to keep going. 'Could I talk to you. Alone.' I asked, my tone surprisingly formal. Donna gave Scott a pitied expression but stepped out of the car nonetheless.

I took her hand and dragged her back to the foyer, 'don't go.' I said matter-of-factly. 'Why?' She asked. This simple question baffled me. I had no answer. 'Trust me.' I replied, knowing this wouldn't fly, over the past few months Donna had lost all reason to trust me.

As expected, she turned and hopped back into the car with Scott closing the door behind her. My face fell, and I needed a drink. Returning to the ballroom I met Jessica but she didn't stop me, I must have looked terrible.

I stepped back into the car and closed the door. 'Scott,' I said, trying my hardest to tell him gently, 'it's been lovely catching up with you, but I actually have to go.'

Scott gave a bitter laugh, 'so nothing's changed then.' He said with a jealous tone.

'What?' I replied, baffled by his comment.

'Harvey still comes first. Doesn't he?' He looked at me for confirmation and I thought for a second.

'Yes,' I replied, 'he does. He's my best friend- no, he's more than that, he's my-' And with that, I sprang from the car wanting nothing more than to tell Harvey how I felt once and for all and deal with the consequences. I returned to the foyer and was startled when I noticed he wasn't there. I spotted Jessica on the bench, waiting to leave and ran to her, 'Jessica! Have you seen Harvey?' I panted, running in heels was not a good idea.

'He's at the bar.' I turned and ran toward the ballroom but was stopped by Jessica's warning tone, 'Donna,' I turned, 'don't hurt him.' I smiled at her reassuringly. 'Never.' I replied.

When I got to the bar, I ordered a scotch but couldn't bring the glass to my lips. I sat there for the longest time and then a body plonked down beside me. 'Martini please,' her voice said, but she was talking to me, not the bartender. I looked up and was met with those same eyes which had looked so happy earlier, but now had a worried expression painted on them.

'I thought you left.' I said, before ordering her drink.

'I was coming back. I could hardly leave him standing could I.'

'Wouldn't be the first time.' I replied, aiming for our usual witty banter. She didn't bite.

Jokes. He was making jokes? I ran in heels... For jokes. Maybe he needed a little help. 'I'll always choose you Harvey, you know that.' He lifted his eyes to mine and I leant in. He began to pull back, but I clasped my hands behind his head and held him there. 'Hey,' I whispered, 'trust me.'

I leaned in again, my lips met his and then the ballroom fell away. It was only us.


	7. Chapter 7

'Hurry up!' He called as he helped me into the car.

'Don't be pushy. It's a lady's job to be slow.' I responded in a haughty accent.

'Its going to be a lady's _only _job if she doesn't hurry up.' I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw his lips, still stained by my lip stick, pulled into a smile. I ducked into the car and he quickly leapt in behind me.

'Ray,' he called 'my place.' Then he shuffled across the chair, closing the distance between us and nestling one hand in my hair. I leaned in again, kissing him deeper than we had at he bar. It was spectacular, he tasted briefly of scotch but more of mint and, well, Harvey. My tongue met his and we continued this way until we were both gasping for breath.

When we finally pulled away I rested my head on his shoulder and he entwined his fingers with mine. I never, ever thought it would be like this with Harvey, but now that it was... I could hardly wait to see what happened.

When the car pulled up at my front door, I thanked Ray and we got out. In the elevator we stood side by side but I couldn't contain myself until I got to the room. We were nearly two steps out of the lift when I had her pushed against a wall with my lips firmly on top of hers. She pushed off the wall, without removing her lips from mine and I walked backwards to the room, my lips working harder than my feet. When we got to the door, I reluctantly broke the kiss and unlocked it. When I turned back round, I scooped her into my arms, despite her initial reluctance, and carried her to my bedroom. I lay her on the bed and gave her a second to get to a comfortable position, then, I pinned her there and kissed her again with more of an animal quality than before. She responded by shoving one hand into my hair and loosening my tie with the other. I went to her neck and kissed her gently while she worked the buttons on my shirt. While I removed my arms I looked her I the eye. She smiled back at me, 'do you trust me?' I asked, genuinely worried about her answer. 'Always.' She replied as she pulled me down and resumed our previous conversation.

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